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Trauma, how do you deal with it?

Have you had a Traumatic event – either recently or in the past?

Have you just dealt with it, or received help?

Or are you like many who just “sweeps it under the rug” with the hopes that it will just go away, or that it will get better?

I myself have had many events and never in my dreams did I think I would ever need help. I know many of you reading this will agree that you, or someone you know have at one point-or-another have suffered, experienced one of the above.

As state above I’ve had many events, but I will start with the most “recent” one(s) just to give you an idea of what I’ve gone through and what it took to over come some of these problems and what I had to do.

The most recent one started in 2009, I was feeling so sick that I kept going in/out of the hospital and to the doctors and the doctors just kept telling me it was nothing, just stomach flu, constipation, acid reflux, etc and they would send me back home with medication, drink lots of fluids, etc. A few months went by I was feeling the same when all of the sudden I felt like my stomach was just going to burst, I was rushed to the hospital were I was told that it was my gallbladder 🙂 and that it needed to be removed. I was so scared, unprepared especially because I had my little one who at the time was only 6 and was just crying and crying making it harder for me to deal with this.

Well, as I was getting my gown on, getting ready for the pre-op and having some tests done and my kids and hubby sitting there waiting for me to go into surgery then all of the sudden minutes later the doctors come in and tell me “sorry ma’am, but we can’t do the surgery because it’s not your gallbladder, it’s your pregnancy”, My what??!!! Yes, you are pregnant and that is why you are having these pains. It left me baffled of course because we thought we were done having babies and the thought of having to start all over with diapers, sleepless nights, the crying the feeding, etc.. I couldn’t believe that this was happening, but couldn’t believe that this baby was causing me so much pain! I cried and cried I didn’t know if it was of happiness, scared, afraid, shocked, it was just to much for me to bare – especially because of all the issues I had with my other babies. So, I put on my big girl pannies and said to my husband “we can do this, if this is what God wants, then we will find a way to get through it!”. So, 3 months into the pregnancy I started to feel even worse, the pain, headaches, I couldn’t’ keep anything in, I was in / out of the hospital and all the doctors could say is “Ma’m prepare yourself, your baby might not make it!”. This went on for 5 whole months – yes!, 5 whole month’s going into the clinic to get my fluids until it came a day where they could no longer find my veins and they had to put in a shunt and of course that didn’t go well, it was so painful and discomforting that they had no choice but to remove it. To make matters worse I was also going on a 1 month and 1/2 half of no sleep (sleep deprivation), I was going crazy, then my body was itching all the time, it felt like it was burning inside, I couldn’t handle this pregnancy to the point I felt I was going to literally go crazy. I knew this was NOT NORMAL, so my husband and I pressured the doctors to please run some more testing, so they did and found out that I had a case of severe Cholestasisapparently my case was one of the severe ones because none of the medication or treatments that they had for this was working for me and since I was pregnant and the pregnancy was a risky pregnancy they couldn’t remove my gallbladder which is one of the procedures that they could do! So yeah, they say 1 out of 1,000 pregnanciessuffer from severe cholestasis So, yeah I was a lucky one 🙂 So, it got to the point where my husband could no longer care for me, run a business, care for the kids and handle the day-to-day issues, so he talk to my doctor and had me checked into the hospital until I gave birth. I was so mad, hurt, felt deserted, isolated, angry, etc., at the time “I hated my husband”, I couldn’t believe that he was doing this to me, I felt like he no longer loved me, I felt like this baby was tearing my family apart. I remember trying to sneak out of the hospital, I wanted to run away, I wanted this baby out! Words can’t describe how miserable I was and how much I hated myself for feeling like this – especially knowing I was going to have a Baby Girl, the little girl I always wanted. Well, they even made me a “Medication Cocktail”(don’t try this at home, only under the care of your treating doctor) trying to get me to sleep and get some rest especially because I was getting closer and closer to giving birth, so I needed my medication. Well, thank God everything worked out fine, I had my baby girl, but then I had to deal with the fact that she was a premature baby and that they had to leave her in the hospital until she could eat on her own, that was devastating for me because I felt like if only “I could have kept my big girl pannies on and held on to this pregnancy full term, instead of crying and begging for them to take her out, my baby could have come home with us”, I felt useless, I felt like part of me was staying in that hospital, like I could not breathe, sleep, eat but I also made my little ones feel worse, torn apart, I felt like I was being selfish! But, thank God after 3 weeks she was finally home with us, but I never dealt with that Trauma, we never talked about it at home, we never sat down to find out how this whole episode made my children feel, or how my husband felt, we just “swept it under the rug”...

part two soon to come, this is NOT the end of this horrific nightmare – stay tuned!